Pulsating rays from the sun above
Pierce my flesh like tiny needles
The heat with the power to control gravity
Anchors my aching body to the soil
Too weary to stand or kneel
I lie still with no energy to expound
Too tired to utter a single sound
My mind conjures a silent prayer for mercy
Within the crevices of my heart
I search for the fire within to retaliate
Through the labyrinth of my mind
I search for the path to peace
With a bright burst of crimson
The ever-glowing orb conquers all
I am destined to suffer its wrath
My soul a victime to incineration
Solace seems beyond my reach
Relief appears only as an oasis
An oasis that is merely part of the sands of time
And time is merely a prison.
Isaac Aron
11/30/94
Reason for writing:
The reason for writing this was to express a weariness for
the torments that life has to offer on a daily basis.
Birth sign: Not entered
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